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by David Hay Two tears walk in stilettoes down the runway of my skin. Man’s grief is measureless. The dove white sky flows onwards like a heavenly river. My eyes are the mountains that return the sky to the earth. The crosshair of a mother’s distorted scream falls point blank upon my skull. One shot…

by Sarp Sozdinler Fake Cormac limped along the highway and stopped at the first traffic lights. No one dwelled that road anymore, not even the border crossers, so he was the only person in this desert riddled with lifeless bodies, leafless trees, and cordless lampposts. Or so he thought anyway. Near the horizon, a string…

by Rudy Civello Auld Granda John was sat in his chair reading his paper with his wee granddaughter Elsie next to him in her cot. A wee angel, he thought, as he leaned over to check on her. He lifted his legs as auld Granny Angie hoovered round about him. As Angie cleaned she looked…

By Gianluca Cameron To fructify the sanctum To Abaddon the salad We cut ourselves on fascist truths Hashtag yum Appalachian cornbread cloud Cad our chose the flare Flea appointment organic Ister mechanical annus Flench the cord honourably Market’s organ becomes Lenin Wire multiple crown capital Gertrude’s your vertical Dracula Flame in the campus Atoms don’t…

by Steve Gergley On Canada Day, my wife and I performed a play on our front lawn. We wrote the play last fall, taking turns scribbling esoteric lines of dialogue each night within the magical window of time between 2:57 a.m. and 3:04 a.m. Despite the premiere date of our play, it pertains to neither…

by Simon Collinson Of course I am, because I’m afraid of everything, especially at night. People ask, what do you fear and I reply everything, I’m afraid of everything This fear of fear is like a phobia. Is there a phobia for fear? There must be because there are names for all the other things…

by Trevor Jones Sigh the explosion, someone said.  The drought is over, its raining again, and before it turns all to flood in the famous whiplash of weather, climate-changed, what a feeling: When I was young and far from death, here’s what I found in idle fire: Those folk saints of fallen arts split vital…

by Ron Arbuckle Heat advisory on the books The municipal pool is, until further notice, shut down With water boiling beneath chlorine clouds Kids with a BMI over 32 cook like lobsters Picked apart by pale skinny fiends Unrolling flesh like Fruit by the Foot To the dismay of mothers and aunts We have shot…

By Maximiliano Guzmán    I’m the only one in the neighborhood who came to this Cheese Day party. Is it because I’m the only one who doesn’t care about what’s happened these past few weeks? Oh yes… I can accept a bit of White Cheddar Fondue and blue cheese while Mrs. Cornell tries to fill…

By Shawn Scott Smith When you used to go into a Suncoast Motion Picture Company store, the eyes of Kim Basinger seared into you, but you wanted to buy old copies of Star Trek episodes instead of anything worthy of an Oscar.  And the plastic wrap that thinly held in the vhs tapes slid in…